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Where  Love  is 


There  God  is  also 


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Copyright,  IHH", 
Bi  THOMAS  Y.  OROWELL  &  CO. 


WHERE  LOVE  IS,  THERE  GOD  IS  ALSO 

1885. 


In  the  city  lived  Maitnin  Avdyeitcli,  a  shoemaker. 
He  lived  in  a  basement,  in  a  little  room  with  one  win- 
dow. The  window  looked  out  on  the  street.  Through 
the  window  he  used  to  watch  the  people  passing  by  : 
although  only  their  feet  could  be  seen,  yet  by  the  boots 
Martuin  Avdy^it&h  recognized  their  owners.  Martuin 
Avdy^itch  had  lived  long  in  one  place,  and  had  many 
acquaintances.  Few  pairs  of  boots  in  his  district  had 
not  been  in  his  hands  once  and  again.  Some  he  would 
half-sole,  some  he  would  patch,  some  he  would  stitch 
around,  and  occasionally  he  would  also  put  on  new 
uppers.  And  through  the  window  he  quite  often  recog- 
nized his  work.  Avdyditch  had  plenty  to  do,  because 
he  was  a  faithful  workman,  used  good  material,  did  not 
make  exorbitant  chaiges,  and  kept  his  word.  If  he 
can  finish  an  order  by  a  certain  time,  he  accepts  it :  if 
not,  he  will  not  deceive  yon,  —  he  tells  you  so  before- 
hand. And  all  knew  Avdyeitch,  and  he  was  never  out 
of  work. 

Avdyeitch  had  always  been  a  good  man  ;  but  as  he 
grew  old,  he  began  to  think  more  about  his  soul,  and 
get  nearer  to  God.  Martuin's  wife  had  died  when  he 
was  still  living  with  his  master.  His  wife  loft  iiim  a 
boy  three  years  old.     None  of  their  other  children  had 


WHERE  LOVE  IS,    THERE   GOD  IS  ALSO. 

lived.  All  the  eldest  had  died  in  childhood.  Martuin 
at  first  inteuded  to  seud  his  little  son  to  his  sister  in  the 
village,  but  afterwards  he  felt  sorr}'  for  him  :  he  thought 
to  himself,  "  It  will  be  hard  for  ray  Kapitoshka  to  live 
in  a  strange  family.     I  shall  keep  him  with  me." 

And  Avdyeitch  left  his  master,  and  went  into  lodgings 
with  his  little  son.  But,  through  God's  will,  Avdyeitch 
had  no  luck  with  children.  As  Kapitoshka  grew  older, 
he  began  to  help  his  father,  and  would  have  been 
a  delight  to  him,  but  fell  sick,  went  to  bed,  suffered  a 
week,  and  died.  Martuin  buried  his  son,  and  fell  into 
despair.  So  deep  was  this  despair,  that  he  began  to 
complain  of  God.  Martuin  fell  into  such  a  mclanchol}' 
state,  that  more  than  once  he  prayed  to  God  for  death, 
and  reproached  God  because  he  did  not  take  away  him 
who  was  an  old  man,  instead  of  his  beloved  only  son. 
Avd^'eitch  also  ceased  to  go  to  church. 

And  once  a  little  old  man,  a  fellow-countryman, 
came  from  Troitsa  (Trinity)  to  see  Avdyeitch :  for 
seven  years  he  had  been  absent.  Avdyeitch  talked 
with  him,  and  began  to  complain  about  his  sorrows. 

"  I  have  no  more  desire  to  live,"  he  said :  "  I  only 
wish  I  was  dead.  That  is  all  I  pray  God  for.  I  am  a 
man  without  an}'  thing  to  hope  for  now." 

And  the  little  old  man  said  to  him,  — 

"You  don't  talk  right,  Martuin :  we  must  not  judge 
God's  doings.  The  world  moves,  not  by  your  skill, 
but  by  God's  will.  God  decreed  for  your  son  to  die, — ■ 
for  you  —  to  live.  Consequently,  it  is  for  the  best. 
And  j'ou  are  in  despair,  because  you  wish  to  live  for 
your  own  happiness." 

"  But  what  shall  one  live  for?  "  asked  Martuin. 

And  the  little  old  man  said,  "  We  must  live  for  God, 
Martuin.      He  gives  you  life,  and  for  his  sake   you 


WHERE   LOVE    IS,    TTTERE   GOD    IS  ALSO. 

11U..-.1.  live.  When  you  begin  to  live  for  him,  you  will 
uot  grieve  over  any  thing,  and  :ill  will  seem  easy  to 
you." 

Martuin  kept  silent  for  a  moment,  and  then  says, 
"  But  how  can  one  live  for  the  sake  of  God?" 

And  the  little  old  man  said,  "  Christ  has  taught  us 
how  to  live  for  God.  You  know  how  to  read?  Bu}'  a 
Testament,  and  read  it :  there  3"ou  will  learn  how  to 
live  for  God.     iMery  thing  is  explained  there." 

And  these  words  kindled  a  fire  in  Avdyeitch's  heart. 
And  he  went  that  very  same  day,  bought  a  New  Tes- 
tament in  large  print,  and  began  to  read.  At  first 
Avdyeiteh  intended  to  read  only  on  holidays  ;  but  as 
he  began  to  read,  it  so  cheered  his  soul  that  he  used  to 
read  every  da}'.  At  times  he  would  l)ec()me  so  absorbed 
in  reading,  that  all  the  kerosene  in  the  lamp  would  burn 
out,  and  still  he  could  not  tear  himself  away.  And  so 
Avdy6itch  used  to  read  ever}-  evening.  And  the  more 
he  read,  the  clearer  he  understood  what  God  wanted  of 
him,  and  how  one  should  live  for  God;  and  his  heart 
constantly  grew  easier  and  easier.  Formerly,  when 
he  lay  down  to  sleep,  he  used  to  sigh  and  groan,  and 
always  think  of  his  Kapitoshka ;  and  now  he  onl}^  ex- 
claimed, "  Glor}'  to  thee!  glory  to  thee.  Lord!  Thy 
will  be  done." 

And  from  that  time  Avdy(5itch's  whole  life  was 
changed.  In  other  days  he,  too,  used  to  drop  into  a 
saloon,  as  a  holiday  amusement,  to  drink  a  cup  of  tea ; 
and  he  was  not  averse  to  a  little  brandy  either.  He 
would  take  a  drink  with  some  acquaintance,  and  leave 
the  saloon,  uot  intoxicated  exactly,  yet  in  a  hapi)y 
frame  of  mind,  and  inclined  to  talk  nonsense,  and 
shout,  and  use  abusive  language  at  a  person.  Now 
he  left  off  this  sort  of  thing.      His  life  became  quiet 


WHERE  lOvE  is,    'iHERE   GOD   IS  ALSO. 

and  joyful.  In  the  morning  he  sits  clown  to  work, 
finishes  his  allotted  task,  then  takes  the  little  lump 
from  the  hook,  puts  it  on  the  table,  gets  his  book  from 
the  shelf,  opens  it,  and  sits  down  to  read.  And  the  more 
he  reads,  the  more  he  understands,  and  the  brighter 
and  happier  it  is  in  his  heart. 

Once  it  happened  that  Martuin  read  till  late  into  the 
night.  lie  was  reading  the  Gospel  of  Luke.  lie  was 
reading  over  the  sixth  chapter  ;  and  he  was  reading  the 
verses,  "And  unto  him  that  smiteth  thee  on  the  one 
cheek  offer  also  the  other ;  and  him  that  taketh  away 
thy  cloak  forbid  not  to  take  thy  coat  also.  Give  to 
every  man  that  askoth  of  thee  ;  and  of  him  that  taketh 
away  thy  goods  ask  them  not  again.  And  as  ye  would 
that  men  should  do  to  you,  do  ye  also  to  them  like- 
wise." He  read  further  also  those  verses,  where  God 
speaks  :  "  And  why  call  ye  me,  Lord,  Lord,  and  do  not 
the  things  whicli  I  say?  Whosoever  cometh  to  me,  and 
heareth  my  sayings,  and  doeth  them,  I  will  shew  3'ou  to 
whom  he  is  like  :  he  is  like  a  man  which  built  an  house, 
and  digged  deep,  and  laid  the  foundation  on  a  rock  : 
and  when  the  flood  arose,  the  stream  beat  vehemently 
upon  that  house,  and  could  not  shake  it :  for  it  was 
founded  upon  a  rock.  But  he  that  heareth,  and  doeth 
not,  is  like  a  man  that  without  a  foundation  built  an 
house  upon  the  earth ;  against  which  the  stream  did 
f)eat  vehementl}',  and  immediately  it  fell ;  and  the  ruin 
of  that  house  was  great." 

Avdycitch  read  these  words,  and  joy  filled  his  soul. 
He  took  off  his  spectacles,  put  them  down  on  the  book, 
leaned  his  elbows  upon  the  table,  and  became  lost  in 
thouglit.  And  he  began  to  measure  his  life  by  these 
vrords.     And  he  thought  to  himself,  — 

"  l8  my  house  built  upon  the  rock,  or  upon  the  sand? 


WHERE  LOVE   IS,    THERE   GOD   IS  ALSO. 

'Tis  well  if  on  the  rock.  It  is  so  easy  wlien  you  are 
alone  b}'  yourself ;  it  seems  as  if  you  had  done  every 
thing  as  God  commands  :  but  when  you  forget  your- 
self, you  sin  again.  Yet  I  shall  still  struggle  on.  It 
is  very  good.     Help  mc,  Lord  !  " 

Thus  ran  his  thoughts :  he  wanted  to  go  to  bed,  but 
he  felt  loath  to  tear  himself  away  from  the  book.  And 
he  began  to  read  further  in  the  seventh  chapter.  He 
read  about  the  centurion,  he  read  about  the  widow's 
son,  he  read  about  the  answer  given  to  John's  disciples, 
and  finally  he  came  to  that  place  where  the  rich  Phari- 
see desired  the  Lord  to  sit  at  meat  with  him  ;  and  he 
read  how  the  woman  that  was  a  sinner  anointed  his 
feet,  and  washed  .them  with  her  tears,  and  how  he  for- 
gave her.  He  reached  the  forty-fourth  verse,  and  be- 
gan to  read, — 

"And  he  turned  to  the  woman,  and  said  unto 
Simon,  Seest  thou  this  woman?  I  entered  into  thine 
house,  thou  gavest  me  no  water  for  my  feet :  but  she 
hath  washed  my  feet  with  tears,  and  wiped  them  with 
the  hairs  of  her  head.  Thou  gavest  me  no  kiss :  but 
this  woman  since  the  time  I  came  in  hath  not  ceased  to 
kiss  my  feet.  M}-  head  with  oil  thou  didst  not  anoint : 
but  this  woman  hath  anointed  my  feet  with  ointment." 
He  finished  reading  these  verses,  and  thought  to  him- 
self, "  Thou  gavest  me  no  water  for  my  feet,  thou 
gavest  me  no  lass.  My  head  with  oil  thou  didst  not 
anoint." 

And  again  Avdy^itch  took  off  his  spectacles,  put 
them  down  upon  the  book,  and  again  he  became  lost  in 
thought. 

"  It  seems  that  Pharisee  must  have  been  such  a 
man  as  I  am.  I,  too,  apparently  have  thought  only  of 
myself,  —  how  I  might  have  my  tea,  be  warm   and 


WHERE  LOVE  IS,    THERE   GOD  IS  ALSO. 

comfortable,  but  never  to  think  about  my  guest.  He 
thought  about  himself,  but  there  was  not  the  least  care 
taken  of  the  guest.  And  who  Avas  his  guest?  The 
Lord  himself.  If  he  had  come  to  me,  should  I  have 
done  the  same  way?  " 

Avdy^itch  rested  his  head  upon  both  his  arms,  and 
did  not  notice  how  he  fell  asleep. 

"  Martuin  !  "  suddenly  seemed  to  sound  in  his  ears. 

Martuin  started  from  his  sleep  :   "  Who  is  here?  " 

He  turned  around,  glanced  toward  the  door  —  no 
one. 

Again  he  fell  into  a  doze.  Suddenly  he  plainly 
hears,  — 

"  Martuin!  Ah,  Martuin!  look  to-morrow  on  the 
street.     I  am  coming." 

Martuin  awoke,  rose  from  the  chair,  began  to  rub  his 
eyes.  He  himself  does  not  know  whether  he  heard 
those  words  in  his  dream,  or  in  reality.  He  turned 
down  his  lamp,  and  went  to  bed. 

At  daybreak  next  morning,  Avdyeitch  rose,  made 
his  prayer  to  God,  lighted  the  stove,  put  on  the  shchi^ 
and  the  kasha,^  put  the  water  in  the  samovar,  put  on 
his  apron,  and  sat  down  by  the  window  to  work. 

Avdyeitch  is  working,  and  at  the  same  time  thinking 
about  all  that  had  happened  yesterday.  He  thinks 
both  ways  :  now  he  thinks  it  was  a  dream,  and  now  he 
thinks  he  i-eally  heard  a  voice.  "  Well,"  he  thinks, 
"  such  things  have  been." 

Martuin  is  sitting  by  the  window,  and  does  not  woik 
as  much  as  he  looks  through  the  window  :  when  any 
one  passes  by  in  boots  that  he  does  not  know,  he  bends 
down,  looks  out  of  the  window,  in  order  to  see,  not  only 
the  feet,  but  also  the  face.     The  dvornik^  passed  by  in 

1  Cabbage-soup.  *  Qriiel.  *  House-porter. 


WHERE  LOVE   IS,    THERE   GOD   IS   ALSO. 

new  vaJeulci ;  '  the  water-carrier  passed  by  ;  then  came 
alongside  of  tlie  window  an  old  soldier  of  Nicholas's 
time,  in  au  old  pair  of  laced  felt  boots,  with  a  shovel  in 
his  hands.  Avdy^itch  recognized  him  by  his  felt  boots. 
The  old  man's  name  was  Stcpiinuitch  ;  and  a  neigh- 
boring merchant,  out  of  charity,  gave  him  a  home  with 
him.  He  was  required  to  assist  the  dvornik.  Stepdu- 
uitch  began  to  shovel  away  the  snow  from  in  front  of 
Avdy^itch's  window.  Avdy^itch  glanced  at  him,  and 
took  up  his  work  again. 

"Pshaw!  I  must  be  getting  crazy  in  my  old  age," 
said  Avdy^itch,  and  laughed  at  himself.  "  StepAu- 
uitch  is  clearing  away  the  snow,  and  I  imagine  that 
Christ  is  coming  to  see  me.  I  was  entirely  out  of  my 
mind,  old  dotard  that  I  am  !  "  Avdj'eitch  sewed  about 
a  dozen  stitches,  and  then  felt  impelled  to  look  through 
the  window  again.  He  looked  out  again  through  the 
window,  and  sees  Stepdnuitch  has  leaned  his  siiovel 
against  the  wall,  and  is  either  warming  himself,  or  rest- 
ing. He  is  au  old,  broken-down  man :  evidently  he 
has  not  strength  enough,  even  to  shovel  the  snow. 
Avdy^itch  said  to  himself,  "  I  will  give  him  some  tea  : 
by  the  way,  the  samovar  must  be  boiling  by  this  time." 
Avdy^itch  laid  down  his  awl,  rose  from  his  seat,  put 
the  samovar  on  the  table,  made  the  tea,  and  tapped  with 
his  finger  at  the  glass.  Stepanuitch  turned  around, 
and  came  to  the  window.  Avdy^itch  beckoned  to  him, 
and  went  to  open  the  door. 

"Come  in,  warm  yourself  a  little,"  he  said.  "  You 
must  be  cold." 

"  May  Christ  reward  you  for  this  !  my  bones  ache," 
said  Stcpiinuitch. 

Stepdnuitch  came  in,  and  shook  off  the  snow,  ti'ied 

•  Fc-lt  boots. 


WUERE  LOVE   IS,    THERE    GOD    IS  ALSO. 

to  wipe  his  feet,  so  as  not  to  soil  tlie  floor,  but  stag- 
gered. 

"  Don't  trouble  to  wipe  your  feet.  I  will  clean  it  up 
mj'self  :  we  are  used  to  such  things.  Come  in  and  sit 
down,"  said  Avdyeitch.     "  Drink  a  cup  of  tea." 

And  Avdye'itch  filled  two  glasses,  and  handed  one  to 
his  guest ;  while  he  himself  poured  his  tea  into  a  saucer, 
and  began  to  blow  it. 

Stepduuitch  finished  drinking  his  glass  of  tea,  turned 
the  glass  upside  down,^  put  upon  it  the  half-eaten  lump 
of  sugar,  and  began  to  express  his  thanks.  But  it  was 
evident  he  wanted  some  more. 

"  Have  some  more,"  said  Avdyeitch,  filling  both  his 
own  glass  and  his  guest's.  Avdyeitch  drinks  his  tea, 
but  from  time  to  time  keeps  glancing  out  into  the 
street. 

' '  Are  you  expecting  any  one  ?  ' '  asked  his  guest. 

"  Am  I  expecting  any  one?  I  am  ashamed  even  to 
tell  whom  I  expect.  I  am,  and  I  am  not,  expecting 
some  one  ;  but  one  word  has  impressed  itself  upon  my 
heart.  Whether  it  is  a  dream,  or  something  else,  I 
do  not  know.  Don't  j^ou  see,  brother,  I  was  reading 
yesterday  the  gospel  about  Christ,  the  Bdtiushka;^  how 
he  suffered,  how  he  walked  on  the  earth.  1  suppose 
you  have  heard  about  it  ?  " 

"Indeed  I  have,"  replied  Stepanuitch  :  "  but  we  are 
people  in  darkness  ;  we  can't  read." 

"  Well,  now,  I  was  reading  about  that  very  thing, — 
how  he  walked  upon  the  earth :  I  read,  you  know,  how 
he  comes  to  the  Pharisee,  and  the  Pharisee  did  not 
treat  him  hospitably.  Well,  and  so,  my  brother,  I  was 
reading,  3'esterday,  about  this  very  thing,  and  was 
thinking  to  myself  how  he  did  not  receive  Christ,  the 

*  A  custom  among  the  Russians.  ^  Little  father. 


win: hi:  lovi:  is,  riir.ni:  god  /s  also. 

Bdtiuslika,  with  Iionor.  If,  for  oxainple,  lie  should 
come  to  nie,  or  any  one  else,  1  think  to  myself,  I  should 
not  even  know  how  to  receive  him.  And  he  gave  him 
no  reception  at  all.  Well !  while  I  was  thus  thinking,  I 
fell  asleep,  brother,  and  I  hear  some  one  call  me  b}' 
name.  I  got  up :  the  voice,  just  as  though  some  one 
whispered,  says,  '  Be  on  the  watch  :  I  shall  come  to- 
morrow.' And  this  ha[)pened  twice.  Well!  would 
you  believe  it,  it  got  into  my  head  ?  I  scold  myself  — 
and  yet  I  am  expecting  him,  the  Batiuslika." 

Stepiinuitch  shook  his  head,  and  said  nothing :  he 
finished  drinking  his  glass  of  tea,  and  put  it  ou  the  side  ; 
but  Avdyc'itch  picked  up  the  glass  again,  and  filled  it 
once  more. 

"Drink  some  more  for  your  good  health.  You  see, 
I  have  an  idea,  that,  when  the  Batiuslika  went  about  on 
this  earth,  he  disdained  no  one,  and  had  more  to  do 
with  the  simple  people.  He  always  went  to  see  the 
simple  people.  He  picked  out  his  disciples  more 
from  among  our  brethren,  sinners  like  ourselves  from 
the  working-class.  He,  says  he,  who  exalts  him- 
self, shall  be  humbled,  and  he  who  is  humbled  shall 
become  exalted.  You,  says  he,  call  me  Lord,  and  I, 
saj's  he,  wash  your  feet.  Whoever  wishes,  says  he,  to 
be  the  first,  the  same  shall  be  a  servant  to  all.  Because, 
saj^s  he,  blessed  are  the  poor,  the  humble,  the  kind, 
the  generous."  And  Stepaiiuitch  forgot  about  his  tea  : 
he  was  an  old  man,  and  easily  moved  to  tears.  He  is 
sitting  listening,  and  the  tears  are  rolling  down  his 
face. 

"  Come,  now,  have  some  more  tea,"  said  Avdy^itch  ; 
but  Stepanuitch  made  the  sign  of  the  cross,  thanked 
him,  turned  up  his  glass,  and  arose. 

"Thanks  to  you,"  he  says,  "  Martuin  Avdyijitch, 


WHERE  LOVE   IS,    THERE   GOD   IS  ALSO. 

for  treating  me   kindly,  and  satisfying  me,  soul  and 
body." 

"  You  are  welcome  ;  come  in  again  :  always  glad  to 
see  a  friend,"  said  Avdy^itch. 

Stepanuitch  departed  ;  and  Martuin  poured  out  tlie 
rest  of  the  tea,  drank  it  up,  put  away  the  dishes,  and 
sat  down  again  by  the  window  to  work,  to  stitch  on 
a  patch.  He  is  stitching,  and  at  the  same  time  look- 
ing through  the  window.  He  is  expecting  Christ,  and 
is  all  the  while  thinking  of  him  and  his  deeds,  and 
his  head  is  filled  with  the  different  speeches  of  Christ. 

Two  soldiers  passed  by :  one  wore  boots  furnished 
by  the  Crown,  and  the  other  one,  boots  that  he  had 
made ;  then  the  master  ^  of  the  next  house,  passed 
by  in  shining  galoshes  ;  then  a  baker  with  a  basket 
passed  by.  All  passed  by ;  and  now  there  came  also 
by  the  window  a  woman  in  woollen  stockings  and 
wooden  shoes.  She  passed  by  the  window,  and  stood 
still  near  the  window-case. 

Avdy^itch  looked  up  at  her  from  the  window,  sees  it 
is  a  strange  woman  poorly  clad,  and  with  a  child  :  she 
was  standing  by  the  wall  with  her  back  to  the  wind, 
trying  to  wrap  up  the  child,  and  she  has  nothing  to 
wrap  it  up  in.  The  woman  was  dressed  in  shabby 
summer  clothes  :  and  from  behind  the  frame,  Avdyeitch 
hears  the  child  crying,  and  the  woman  trying  to  pacify 
it ;  but  she  is  not  able  to  pacify  it.  Avdyeitch  got  up, 
went  to  the  door,  ascended  the  steps,  and  cried, 
"Hey!  my  good  woman  !"  ^  The  woman  heard  him 
and  turned  around. 

"  Why  are  you  standing  in  the  cold  with  the  child? 
Come  into  my  room,  where  it  is  warm :  3'ou  can  man- 
age it  better.     Right  in  this  way  !  " 

1  Khozyiin.  2  [JtnnlUa  ah* 


WHERE  LOVE   IS,    T/IERF    GOD    /S   ALSO. 

The  woman  was  astonished.  She  sees  an  old,  old 
man  in  an  apron,  with  spectacles  on  his  nose,  calling 
her  to  him.  She  followed  him.  They  descended  the 
steps,  entered  the  room  :  the  old  man  led  the  woman  to 
his  bed. 

"  There,",  says  he,  "  sit  down,  my  good  woman, 
nearer  to  the  stove :  yon  can  get  warm,  and  nurse  the 
child." 

"  I  have  no  milk  for  him.  I  myself  have  not  eaten 
anything  since  morning,"  said  the  woman  ;  but,  never- 
theless, she  took  the  child  to  her  breast. 

Avdyeitch  shook  his  head,  went  to  the  table,  brought 
out  the  bread  and  a  dish,  opened  the  oven-door,  poured 
into  the  dish  some  cabbage-soup,  took  out  the  pot  with 
the  gruel,  but  it  was  not  done  yet ;  so  he  filled  the  dish 
with  shc/ii  only,  and  put  it  on  the  table.  He  got  the 
bread,  took  the  towel  down  from  the  hook,  and  put  it 
upon  the  table. 

"  Sit  down,"  he  says,  "  and  eat,  my  good  woman  ; 
and  I  will  mind  the  little  one.  You  see,  I  once  had 
children  of  my  own  :  I  know  how  to  handle  them." 

The  woman  crossed  herself,  sat  down  at  thfe  table, 
and  began  to  eat ;  while  Avdyeitch  took  a  seat  on  the  bed 
near  the  infant.  Avdyeitch  kept  smacking  and  smack- 
ing to  it  with  his  lips  ;  but  it  was  a  poor  kind  of  smack- 
ing, for  he  had  no  teeth.  The  little  one  still  cries. 
And  it  occurred  to  Avdyeitch  to  threaten  the  little  one 
with  his  finger :  he  waves,  waves  his  finger  right  before 
the  child's  mouth,  and  hastily  withdraws  it.  He  does 
not  put  it  to  its  mouth,  because  his  finger  is  black,  and 
soiled  with  wax.  And  the  little  one  looked  at  his 
finger,  and  became  quiet :  then  it  began  to  smile,  and 
Avdyi^'itch  also  was  glad.  While  the  woman  is  eating, 
she  tells  who  she  is,  and  whither  she  was  going. 


WIIKRE  LOVE   ASf,    THERE   GOD   IS  ALSO. 

"I,"  says  she,  "am  a  soldier's  wife.  It  is  now 
seven  niontlis  since  they  sent  m}'  husband  away  off, 
and  no  tidings.  I  lived  out  as  cook  ;  the  baby  was 
born  ;  no  one  cared  to  keep  me  with  a  cliild.  This  is 
the  third  month  that  I  have  been  struggling  along  with- 
out a  place.  I  ate  up  all  I  had.  I  wanted  to  engage 
as  a  wet-nurse  —  no  one  would  take  me  —  I  am  too 
thin,  they  say.  I  have  just  been  to  the  merchant's 
wife,  where  lives  our  bdbotchka,^  and  so  they  promised 
to  take  us  in.  I  thought  this  was  the  end  of  it.  But 
she  told  me  to  come  next  week.  And  she  lives  a  long 
way  off.  I  got  tired  out ;  and  it  tired  him,  too,  my 
heart's  darling.  Fortunately,  our  landlady^  takes  pit}^ 
on  us  for  the  sake  of  Christ,  and  gives  us  a  room,  else 
I  don't  know  how  I  should  manage  to  get  along." 

Avdy^itch  sighed,  and  said,  "Haven't  you  any  warm 
clothes?  " 

"  Now  is  the  time,  friend,  to  wear  warm  clothes  ;  but 
yesterday  I  pawned  my  last  shawl  for  a  twenty-kopek 
piece."  '^ 

The  woman  came  to  the  bed,  and  took  the  child  ;  and 
Avdyeitch  rose,  went  to  the  little  wall,  and  succeeded 
in  finding  an  old  coat. 

"  Na  !  "  says  he :  "  it  is  a  poor  thing,  j-et  you  may 
turn  it  to  some  use." 

The  woman  looked  at  the  coat,  looked  at  the  old 
man  ;  she  took  the  coat,  and  burst  into  tears  :  and  A\  d- 
yeitch  turned  away  his  head  ;  crawling  under  the  bed, 
he  pushed  out  a  little  trunk,  rummaged  in  it,  and  sat 
down  again  opi)osite  the  woman. 

And  the  woman  said,  "May  Christ  bless  you,  die- 
dushka!^      He   must   have   sent   me  himself   to  your 

1  Litlle  grandmother. 

2  DTagriveunui,  silver,  worth  sixteen  cents.        s  Little  grandfather. 


WHERE  LOVE   IS,    THERE    GOD    IS   ALSO. 

window.  My  little  child  would  have  frozcMi  to  death. 
AVhon  I  started  out,  it  was  warui,  but  now  it  is  terril)l^ 
cold.  And  he.  Bdtiushka,  led  3'ou  to  look  through  the 
window,  and  take  pity  on  me,  an  unfortunate." 

Avdy^itch  smiled,  and  said,  "Indeed,  he  did  that! 
I  have  been  looking  through  the  window,  my  good 
woman,  not  without  cause."  And  Martuin  told  tlie 
soldier's  wife  his  dream,  and  how  he  heard  the  voice, — 
how  the  Lord  promised  to  come  and  see  him  tliat  day. 

"  All  things  are  possible,"  said  the  woman.  She 
rose,  put  on  the  coat,  wrapped  up  her  little  child  in  it ; 
and,  as  she  started  to  take  leave,  she  thanked  Avd- 
yt'Mich  again. 

"  Take  this,  for  Christ's  sake,"  said  Avdy(jitcli,  giv- 
ing her  a  twenty-kopek  piece  :  "  redeem  your  shawl." 
She  made  the  sign  of  the  cross.  Avdy6itch  made  the 
sign  of  the  cross,  and  went  with  her  to  the  door. 

The  woman  left.  Avdyt'ltch  ate  some  shchi,  washed 
some  dishes,  and  sat  down  again  to  work.  "While  he 
works  he  still  remembers  tlie  window  :  when  tlie  window 
grew  darker,  he  immediately  looked  out  to  see  who  was 
passing  by.  Both  acquaintances  and  strangers  passed 
by,  and  there  was  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary. 

But  here  Avdy«5itch  sees  that  an  old  apple-woman 
has  stopped  right  in  front  of  his  window.  She  carries 
a  basket  with  apples.  Only  a  few  were  left,  as  she  had 
nearly  sold  tliem  all  out ;  and  over  her  shoulder  she  had 
a  bag  full  of  chips.  She  must  have  gathered  them  up 
in  some  new  building,  and  was  on  her  way  home.  One 
could  see  that  the  bag  was  heavy  on  her  shoulder :  she 
wanted  to  shift  it  to  tlie  other  shoulder.  So  she  low- 
ered the  bag  upon  the  sidewalk,  stood  the  basket  with 
the  apples  on  a  little  post,  and  l)egan  to  shake  down 
the  splinters  in  the  bag.     And  while  she  was  shaking 


WHERE  LOVE   IS,    THERE    GOD   IS  ALSO. 

her  bag,  a  little  boy  in  a  torn  cap  came  along,  pickoU 
up  an  apple  from  the  basket,  and  was  about  to  make 
his  escape  ;  but  the  old  woman  noticed  it,  turned  around, 
and  caught  the  youngster  by  his  sleeve.  The  little 
boy  began  to  struggle,  tried  to  tear  himself  away  ;  but 
the  old  woman  grasped  him  with  both  hands,  knocked 
off  his  cap,  and  caught  him  by  the  hair. 

The  little  boy  is  scr^iaming,  the  old  woman  is  scold- 
ing. Avdyeitch  lost  no  time  in  putting  away  his  awl ; 
he  threw  it  upon  the  floor,  sprang  to  the  door,  —  he 
even  stumbled  on  the  stairs,  and  dropped  his  eye- 
glasses,—  and  rushed  out  into  the  street. 

The  old  woman  is  pulling  the  youngster  by  his  hair, 
and  is  scolding,  and  threatening  to  take  him  to  the 
policeman  :  the  youngster  defends  himself,  and  denies 
the  ( harge.  "  I  did  not  take  it,"  he  sa3's  :  "  what  are 
you  heking  me  for?  let  me  go  !  "  Avdyeitch  tried  to 
separate  them.  He  took  th^.  boy  by  his  arm,  and 
says,  — 

"Let  him  go,  bdbushka;  forgive  him,  for  Christ's 
sake." 

"  I  will  forgive  him  so  that  he  won't  forget  till  the 
new  broom  grows.  I  am  going  to  t^'ke  the  little  villain 
to  the  police." 

Avdyeitch  began  to  entreat  the  old  woman  :  — 

"Let  him  go,  bdbushka,"  he  said'  ''he  will  never 
do  it  again.     Let  him  go,  for  Christ's  sake." 

The  old  woman  let  him  loose :  the  boy  tried  to  run, 
but  Avd3'6itch  kept  him  back. 

"Ask  the  babushka's  forgiveness,"  he  e-'id,  "and 
don't  you  ever  do  it  again  :  I  saw  you  taking  the  apple." 

AVith  tears  in  his  eyes,  the  boy  began  to  ask  for- 
giveness. 

"Nu!  that's  right;    and  now,  here's  an  apple  for 


WHERE  LOVE   IS,    THERE   GOD   IS  ALSO. 

you."  Avdyoitcli  got  an  apple  from  the  basket,  and 
gave  it  to  the  boy.  "  I  will  pay  you  for  it,  babushka," 
he  said  to  the  old  woman. 

"You  ruin  them  that  wa}-,  the  good-for-notliings," 
said  the  old  woman.  "  lie  ought  to  be  treated  so  that 
he  would  remember  it  for  a  whole  week." 

"Eh,  babushka,  babushka,"  said  Ardyeiteh,  "that 
is  right  according  to  our  judgment,  but  not  according 
to  God's.  If  he  is  to  be  whipped  for  an  apple,  then 
what  do  we  deserve  for  our  sins?  " 

The  old  woman  was  silent. 

Avdyeitch  told  her  the  parable  of  the  khozyA'in  who 
forgave  a  debtor  all  that  he  owed  him,  and  how  the 
debtor  went  and  began  to  choke  one  who  owed  him. 

The  old  woman  listened,  and  the  boy  stood  listening. 

"God  has  commanded  us  to  forgive,"  said  Avd- 
yeitch, "  else  we,  too,  may  not  be  forgiven.  All  should 
be  forgiven,  and  the  thoughtless  especially." 

The  old  woman  shook  her  head,  and  sighed. 

"  That's  so,"  said  she  ;  "  but  the  trouble  is,  that  they 
are  very  much  spoiled." 

"Then,  we,  who  are  older,  must  teach  them,"  said 
Avdy<^itch. 

"That's  just  what  I  sa}^"  remarked  the  old  woman. 
"  I  myself  had  seven  of  them,  —  only  one  daughter  is 
left."  And  the  old  woman  began  to  relate  where  and 
how  she  lived  with  her  daughter,  and  how  many  grand- 
children she  had.  "Here,"  she  says,  "my  strength 
is  onh-  so-so,  and  yet  I  have  to  work.  I  pity  the 
3'oungsters  —  my  grandchildren  —  how  nice  they  are  ! 
No  one  gives  me  such  a  welcome  as  they  do.  Aksintka 
won't  go  to  any  one  but  me.  (Bdbushka,  dear  bd- 
bushka,  loveliest")  —  and  the  old  woman  grew  quite 
sentimental. 


WHERE  LOVE   IS,    THERE   GOD    fS  ALSO. 

"  Of  course,  it  is  a  childish  trick.  God  be  witk 
him,"  said  she,  pointing  to  the  boy. 

The  woman  was  just  about  to  lift  tlie  bag  upon  her 
shoulder,  when  the  boy  ran  up,  and  says,  "  Let  me 
carry  it,  babushka  :  it  is  on  my  way." 

The  old  woman  nodded  her  head,  and  put  the  bag 
on  the  boy's  back. 

Side  by  side  they  both  passed  along  the  street.  And 
the  old  woman  even  forgot  to  ask  Avdyditch  to  pay  for 
the  apple. 

AA'dyeiteh  stood  motionless,  and  kept  gazing  after 
them  ;  and  he  heard  them  talking  all  the  time  as  they 
walked  away.  After  Avdyeitch  saw  them  disappear,  he 
returned  to  his  room  ;  he  found  his  eye-glasses  on  the 
stairs,  —  they  were  not  broken  ;  he  picked  up  his  awl, 
and  sat  down  to  work  again. 

After  working  a  little  while,  it  grew  darker,  so  that 
he  could  not  see  to  sew  :  he  saw  the  lamplighter  pass- 
ing by  to  light  the  street-lamps. 

"It  must  be  time  to  make  a  light,"  he  thought  to 
himself ;  so  he  fixed  his  little  lamp,  hung  it  up,  and 
betook  himself  again  to  work.  He  had  one  boot  already 
finished  ;  he  turned  it  around,  looked  at  it :  "  Well  done." 
He  put  away  his  tools,  swept  off  the  cuttings,  cleared 
off  the  bristles  and  ends,  took  the  lamp,  put  it  on  the 
table,  and  took  down  the  Gospels  from  the  shelf.  He 
intended  to  open  the  book  at  the  very  place  where  he 
had  yesterday  put  a  piece  of  leather  as  a  mark,  but  it 
happened  to  open  af  another  place ;  and  the  moment 
Avdyc'ntch  opened  the  Testament,  he  recollected  his 
last  night's  dream.  And  as  soon  as  he  remembered 
it,  it  seemed  as  though  he  heard  some  one  stepping 
about  behind  him.  Avdyeitch  looked  around,  and  sees 
—  there,    in   the   dark   corner,   it   seemed    as    though 


WIIKR/C  LOVE    fS,    THERE   GOD    IS   ALSO. 

peoi)lo  were  standing  :  ho  was  at  a  loss  to  know  wlio 
they  were.     And  a  voice  wliispered  in  his  ear,  — 

"  Martuin  —  ah,  Martnin  !  did  yon  not  recognize 
me?" 

"  WIio?  "   nttered  Ardyeitch. 

"  Me,"  rei)eated  the  voice.  "  It's  I ;  "  and  Stcp;'in- 
nitch  stepped  forth  from  the  dark  corner ;  he  smiled, 
and  like  a  little  clond  faded  away,  and  soon  vanished. 

"And  this  is  I,"  said  the  voice.  From  the  dark 
corner  stepped  forth  the  woman  with  her  child  :  the 
woman  smiled,  the  child  laughed,  and  they  also  van- 
ished. 

"And  this  is  I,"  continued  the  voice;  both  the 
old  woman  and  the  boy  with  the  apple  stepped  forward  ; 
both  smiled  and  vanished. 

Avdyoitch's  soul  rejoiced  :  he  crossed  himself,  put  on 
his  eye-glasses,  and  l)cgan  to  read  the  Evangelists  where 
it  happened  to  open.  On  the  upper  part  of  the  page 
he  read, — 

"For  I  was  an  hungred,  and  yc  gave  me  meat:  I 
was  thirsty,  and  ye  gave  me  drink  :  I  was  a  stranger, 
and  ye  took  me  in."   .   .   . 

And  on  the  lower  part  of  the  page  he  read  this  :  — 

"Inasmuch  as  ye  have  done  it  unto  one  of  the  least 
of  these  my  brethren,  ye  have  done  it  unto  me  "  (St. 
Matthew,  chap.  xxv.). 

And  Avdyeitch  understood  that  his  dream  did  not 
deceive  him  ;  that  the  Saviour  really  called  u[)()n  hin\ 
tliat  day,  and  that  he  really  received  him. 


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